"He knew what he was doing when he gave me the Deluminator, didn't he? He - well," Ron's ears turned bright red and he became angrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, wich he prodded with his toe, "he must've known I'd run out on you."
"No," Harry corrected him. "He must've known you'd always want to come back".

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric's Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house... He might even have had brothers and sisters... It would have been his mother who had made his seventheenth birthday cake.
The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him ~

I never wanna tell a lie